I find someone,
who makes me happy.
Then you say,
you're disappointed in me.
Why can't you just see,
that he really does love me?
Why do you constantly put me down?
Why can't you be proud,
of who your little girl has grown up to be.
For you it's never enough.
Which is why,
I had to learn to be tough.
I know life is rough,
but I'll never give up hoping.
That one day you'll see what I see,
and finally be proud of me.